Rapha Continental Calling: The M-22 Anti-Ride

The Rapha Continental Calling M-22 ride has never happened, not really.  The ride I submitted, envisioned and very much looked forward to fell victim to a number tiny tortures and, primarily, a weather front that took the route from stunning display of great lakes coast line to just a foggy ride in the woods.  

Route "bastardization" team huddled to call an audible

Due to my role as a remote host, Tom Wittman joined us as a co-host for the ride.  Tom had access to a small house in Empire that was a great place to hang out and reminded me very much of places I have stayed in Onekama.  He also proved to be a genuinely nice guy and strong rider as well.  

The Rapha Team included Piers North, Jeremy Dunn, Tony Pereira and Slate Olson (who is the head of Rapha USA), as well as Daniel Wakefield Pasley, Dave Christenson, Adam Klokman and Dylan and Dave R (whose last names I am embarrassed to say escape me). 

That's a lot of people to meet for a guy who keeps things pretty quiet most of the time, but everyone was easy to talk to and, while I wasn't incredibly "chatty," I did hold my own.  We ended the evening at a small Michigan bar and spent much of our time being entertained by drunk young locals who'd taken a distinct liking to Mr. Wakefield Pasley while explaining to us how they loved Portland and the East coast.

The starting point

The drive to Portage Point in was uneventful, save my introduction to Mickey Avalon.  I sat hoping the sun would begin to peek out and that the roadside attraction of lake side views would somehow slide into place before we started out.  Of course, that wouldn't prove to be the case.  The rain had subsided but it remained overcast and wet.

Piers conducting a final check through

We prepped for the ride as any group would, got changed and before I knew it or had really warmed up, we were off.  It wasn't long before we hit the days first climb and my biggest concern for the day came rushing forward to meet me, I got ejected straight out the back of the group.  "Fuck me."  

This as open as the sky ever became

The group slowed and I clawed back rolling down the back side.  We fell into a nice riding pace and, as we hit a short steep pitch that was the days second climb, I knew that the lake sat just to our left, hidden by a curtain of fog.  It was at that point that Tony looked over at me and asked, "Hey Skip, when will we see the lake?"  Ah yes, nothing like a good kick in the nuts.  

Snacks in Empire

Regroup after Tony forgot a bottle and Jeremy and Slate went down after Jeremy battled it out with a stick

"Let's not do the Cherry Republic..."

From there, the ride was like most other rides you can think of.  The only difference was the occassional drive-by photography efforts of Daniel, Dave's 1&2 and Adam.  It was often a scene of watching them scramble as we came rolling along.  They'd set up post, wait, relax, then here we'd come and whether napping or taking a natural break, they would hustle to get a shot or two.

Pulling off after a microscopic stay at the front

We hit Leeland at mile 70, stopped to regroup and I died a small death.  After the call was made to cut across the peninsula and finish in Travese City, we took off and my body decided to stay in second gear, so again I promptly got shelled off of the back.  With the help of nearly everyone at one time or another, I hung around long enough to watch everyone sprint for the Traverse City town sign and then lead the cruise onto Front Street where we stopped in front of a pub and dismounted from a wet and cold day on the bike.

Tan Line Battle

Daniel and Dave C Doin' Work

Tan Legs, Wet Asses

As we all climbed out of our wet gear and the Rapha team answered questions from passers-by, I was struck by a sort of melancholy based on the fact that the ride wasn't really anything like I knew it could have been.  Which, of course, meant it was time for a beer.

Enjoying the Post Ride

The topics of conversation were many but one that stuck with me was when Daniel and I started talking about fixed gear mountain bikes.  He lit up when I mentioned a had one and he explained he had a bike perfect for the application.  His enthusiasm was contagious and I thought of MW and the ride coming up in Lincoln.  Little did I know at that point that I would be going along as well (though, I don't think we ever talked fixies).

Oh sure, now you show yourself

The family and I are scheduled to hit Michigan in early July.  Maybe I will have to do a solo run of my original route.  I'm not giving up on this ride.

Where to Begin?

Generally, I love to post race reports and long-winded updates that would make Jack Kerouac wonder if I had slipped the benzedrine out of his dresser drawer.

The past eight days though have caught up with even my over-driven engine and, though I tried to put something together on the M-22 anti-ride tonight, it simply isn't happening, not in any form I feel happy with.

The timeline ended up looking a little something like this:

Wednesday:  Fly to Traverse City, build a bike on a porch in the rain, meet the Rapha crew, try to sleep.

Thursday:  Awaken, ride poorly for nearly 100 miles in the rain and mist, box a bike and try to sleep (I got about three hours.)

Friday:  Awaken at 4am Central, drive to the airport, fly to Lincoln, have a two hour layover at the Casa du Cronin, climb in the War Wagon with Corey, Troy and the rest of the crew, drive four hours to Emporia, Kansas and try to sleep.

Saturday:  Wake up at 5am, kit and embro up, try to crush out 200 miles of gravel on the single, fall apart around mile 140 due to heat exhaustion while in a great race position in the company of a great riding partner, sit dazed and confused for hours and try to sleep.

Sunday and Monday Morning:  Rest.

Monday Afternoon:  Scramble to get ready to ride 155 again, eat some Indian food, and try to sleep.

Tuesday:  Get up at 5am, ride like a fred for ~60 miles, finally get my act together and enjoy the hell out of the remaining +90 miles in the company of wonderful people.

So now I can't write a decent recap... I'm good with that.

"So, What Do You Think... ?"

This pic of  Tony Pereira gives a quick taste of how the Rapha crew felt about riding in Nebraska

One of the Hardest Rides I Have Ever Done

I am currently riding back to Lincoln in the Rapha van with six spent
riders. 20 to 30 mph headwinds and long stretches of sandy, deep
gravel had us at a crawl. We only average 13.2 mph but were deep
inside of it all day. Sorry for the lack of updates. I had no
coverage.

Rapha Continental Killing Exposé

an artist's interpretation

LINCOLN, NEBRASKA- The Rapha Continental Team is attempting to kill endurance cyclist Skip Cronin by scheduling his Continental Calling 100 mile ride on a date only 2 days prior to the Dirty Kanza race, where he subsequently suffered from heat exhaustion at mile 130 due to lack of sleep, fatigue and dehydration. One day after he returning from Kansas, the Continental Team showed up in Lincoln and enticed him to drag his battered carcass on a 150 mile ride. Glory through suffering.

North Bend - 56 Miles

County Rd K - 30 Miles

Resurrection Ride

As the cliche goes, sometimes it is better to be lucky than good.  Got the call from Kevin today and find myself participating in my second Continental Calling ride tomorrow with Kevin and MW. 

I'll sleep when I'm dead.  (and at this pace... that may not be long.)

It even looks like the weather will be the same, but with Vitamin G.

DNF: Heat Stroke at ~ mile 130

Was sitting in 5th overall and first SS. Doesn't mean much but adds
to the disappointment.

On the other hand, Corey and Troy are flying and in the top three.
Viva la Lincoln!!

In darkly funny news, as I sat in the shade of a house and drank from
their hose, the realization I was done it and I had a small break
down. About five minutes into it, my face completely cramped.
Totally snapped me out of it.

"I'm done."

The last phone call I received was a real bummer. The incredible heat of the day had its way with Skip. The heat index peaked in the upper 90's late afternoon and Skip found himself with signs of heat stroke/exhaustion like chills, cramps, goosebumps, things not to be ignored. He and Joe Fox found some shade and a water spigot and waited for a ride for Skip.

Skip did report that he was currently waiting at the final checkpoint of the race when he called (5pm) that at that point only three riders had come through and Corey and Troy were two of them. So at least their was some good news.

DK Update

Could barely hear through the wind on an earlier call, but some words I could pick out sounded like 1st Single Speed and Corey and Troy off the front. A later voicemail and text at about 1:30pm said Skip was half way done and was fairly sure he was first in Single Speed and 7th overall and that Corey and Troy had been through about an hour before that. I had to assume that put them in the lead. I think Skip also said that he had been riding with Joe Fox out of KC. More updates as I get them.

4:30am: Gravel Sluts Getting Ready

Eye of My Little Storm

I am sitting in the Traverse City airport with a short 30 minutes of
downtime after having slept for three hours, risen at 5am and slipped
out of Empire, Michigan with the Rapha crew still snug in their beds
or respective spots on the floor. The guys proved to be all class and
it was a pleasure to ride with them.

The ride itself had little resemblence to what I had envisioned but it
was still nice in its own way. The weather locked us out of the
expansive views available on even a somewhat clear day and, from a
riding standpoint, I only truly felt like myself for a small portion
of the ride. Details to follow.

Now it's time to board a plane, touch down in Lincoln for an hour or
two and then jump in a car to drive to KS.

Traverse City - 99 Miles 18.8 mph

Leland - Mile 71

Empire - 40 miles in

Dicks Like Jesus

Mobilized and heading to ride. Mickey Avalon pumping in the Rapha
van. Rain and cold. Going Belgium style.

Breakfast Chatter

Bikes in the Wait

An Evening with the Rapha Gang

What started as an evening of dinner and get-to-know-you chats moved
easily to routes and reroutes, the off for a few beers at the "VI."

The evening's highlight was when a local approached Daniel Wakefield
Paisley and, after commenting on how hot he is, rested her large built
for comfort breasts on top of his head. The table then erupted with
the sound of cameras and phones being pulled.

Shortly afterward she proclaimed him to be a "fudgie". That is a
tourist who stands out because they are always buying fudge.

Apparently, he's a hot fudgie.

A Snack Before Dinner

I Couldn't Agree More

Just finished building up the anti-bling bike and now relaxing waiting
for the rest of the crew to arrive. Light rain, cool air, feeling good.

The Connection

One question seems to be running through any conversation I have with people about the upcoming Rapha Continental Ride I am hosting Thursday.  Phrased in various ways, the heart of it is simply:  "Your hosting a ride in Michigan?  You live in Nebraska.  What's the connection?"

The connection is Mrs. Snob.  Yes, I married into it.

Susan's family has vacationed in Michigan for decades.  Her mother was a teacher and later superintendent of a school district and their family summered in Onekama, Michigan each year.  When I entered the scene, I brought my bikes along.  First bringing my mountain bike and exploring the North Country trail and later taking cross and road bikes and riding M22 and various side roads, the experience leading to the route I submitted to the Rapha Continental.

So, while there are certainly people who know the area better than I do, I think I have the idea of exploring the region down pretty well.  The only blip has been the fact we're doing this right before Kanza, but that will work out just fine too.  

Talk to you from the road.

An Ode to Beers Gone By

Far and away the ditch beer of choice, Busch Light

The Backup

The Designated Driver

"Dude, I thought it was Miller."

"What is wrong with you?  Read the fucking label."

"Sorry... I was drunk."

The Intervention

The Sophisticate

And of course, the Champagne

Happy Memorial Day

Enjoyed a cool jaunt with small clan this morning.  Cortland and back via the Ja-homestead, a bit of gravel and back.  Good conversation, a little DK planning and it was back home to put the legs up and plan for a big week.

The boys are so fast they're a blur sitting still

MW, working it for the camera.  "Give me 'suspicious.'"

When I walked in the door, I pulled off my helmet and was greeted with heavy laughter from Mrs. Snob and Seven.  "Wow!!  You have a full blown Cipollini going."  Nice when your wife can pull that reference when required.

And boy, was it required

Questionable Judgement

I took a picture of this little blip in the weather then decided I could ride right through it.  I wasn't wrong, of course, I did, but the quick bursts of thunder and lightening weren't exactly what I had in mind.

Ah, it'll just blow over.

Coming to a Gravel Race Near You

Reading Habits

Everything evolves (and no, I am not talking about Ida).

Nate's updated the Monkey Wrench Blog to a higher level of functionality.

I've been following the Embrocation Blog for a while and now it's a daily check.

And, to be Mr Obvious, I've added the Continental page as the Calling tour continues.  Not only was a feeling a bit of performance anxiety as a rider, but the Asheville ride makes me concerned the route is too easy as well.

Of course, the War Axe kits were already at a pinnacle of development, so they're unchanged.  Alpha predators just remain and dominate the food chain.

A New Favorite

Elk's IF jersey transformed via Mrs. Snob.

It took a while, but I finally took it off.

Serendipity

One of the pleasant perks that comes with hosting a ride as part of the Continental Calling is the jersey that arrived in the mail a few days ago.  Rapha has a Country Jersey line honoring Belgium, France, Italy and Holland and, as if in conjunction with my recent travels, I'll be honoring the country that I fell in love with for some time to come.

Now if I could only get someone to scream at me in Dutch

At another point, Mrs. Snob and I discussed trimming my mop of hair into a "Lars Boom," referencing the hair style of last year's cyclocross world champion.  The considerations were serious and ridiculous at the same time until Susan came across the pre-growth monster that hid dormant under Boom's helmet before sprouting out of the back and moving from acceptable to heavily euro-styled.  

After that, it was never spoken of again.

"No honey, that's just a mullet."

Speaking of jerseys, War Axe will be ordering more kits soon.  Details over at the War Axe site or email info@waraxebicycles.com.

Out With the Kill Takers

I grew a bit concerned this morning when only Troy and Corey were there to set out on a Sunday jaunt.  Mercifully, the Gravel Conspiracy had taken enough out of them that the pace was pretty moderate and the conversation, when the wind would allow, was flowing.  We closed the day with coffee, plans for Dirty Kanza and a smile.

"I'm sore.  You sore?"  "Yeah, I'm sore."

"This headwind is not helping the recovery."  "Huh?"  "What?"

Three is not a crowd, not with these machines.

Jay joined us in Cortland and I had a spin-fest with a tailwind the whole way back.

"... a little kingdom, torn with factions and exposed to revolutions."

While the Lincoln scene has scattered between the Gravel Conspiracy and the Branched Oak 12hr this weekend, upcoming travel and events are keeping me at home this weekend.  A little yard work, soccer and normalcy but that doesn't mean I didn't "Do Work."

Wittstruck.  I had no idea this road was so good.

He's So Dreamy

When Cyclingnews becomes US magazine... our Mac ends up with this as wallpaper.

Mrs. Snob's current crush... Fabian the beau-hunk